Summer's Moon: A Sweetland Mystery

Summer's Moon: A Sweetland Mystery

by Lacey Baker

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One charming B&B. Six grandchildren. One litter of puppies...The late, great Mary Janet Cantrell hoped that her family would return to their hometown and find comfort, happiness- and maybe even love. But what will it take for her wishes to come true?

Parker Cantrell is a Baltimore-based homicide detective who has seen too many bad things to believe in happy endings. But when he returns to Sweetland to retrieve the puppy he inherited, only to share in a night of unexpected passion with gorgeous hometown girl Drew Sidney, his mind is blown. How could something like this have happened-to him, of all people? And then, as they say, there were three...

Drew could never have imagined that legendary heartthrob Parker would come back to Sweetland, let alone into her flower shop...and into her bed. Now that she's carrying his child, Drew's life is about to change forever-with or without Parker. Both he and Drew must ask themselves what matters most. Are they ready to reach for the sky and chase their dreams-and give love a chance? in Summer's Moon by Lacey Baker.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781466808423
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Publication date: 08/26/2014
Series: A Sweetland Novel , #3
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 336
Sales rank: 143,729
File size: 817 KB

About the Author

Lacey Baker is one of the luckiest women alive. Why? Because she gets to live out her life's dream of writing emotionally fulfilling stories about relationships. A Maryland native she lives with her husband and three children in what most would call Suburban America, a townhouse development where everybody knows each other and each other's kids. Family cook-outs, reunion vacations and growing up in church have all inspired Lacey to work towards her dreams and to write about the endurance of family.
For Lacey, the writing bug bit early, when she was a sophomore in high school. From that point on she's been writing stories that depict the power of love and spirit of living. A homebody at heart, Lacey enjoys watching old movies and waking up to a nice hot cup of green tea.Homecoming, Just Like Heaven, and Summer's Moon are in Lacey's Sweetland romance series. This series holds a special place in Lacey's heart because it centers around a Chesapeake Bay community where crab season is the best time of the year and hometown roots are tradition—two things Lacey believes in wholeheartedly!

Lacey Baker, a Maryland native, lives with her husband and three children in what most would call Suburban America, a townhouse development where everybody knows each other and each other’s kids. Family cook-outs, reunion vacations, and growing up in church have all inspired Lacey to work towards her dreams and to write about the endurance of family. She is the author of the novel Homecoming.

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Summer's Moon

By Lacey Baker

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 2014 Lacey Baker
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4668-0842-3


First Day of September

Today was the day.

Drew Sidney had decided today would definitely be the day she talked to Parker Cantrell.

It had been months since she'd actually stood still long enough to share more than two or three sentences with him. Of course Parker, being the man that he was, had tried to talk to her at every possible opportunity. She prided herself on being able to resist for as long as she had. Tall—over six feet—built like a linebacker with strong, muscular arms and perfect abs, the darkest brown eyes she'd ever seen, and the best lips she'd ever ... Saying he was hard to resist was definitely an understatement.

The mere fact that Parker had tried talking to her after their one steamy night of passion was a contradiction of the already established reputation of Sweetland's most notorious player and the prominent half of the Double Trouble Cantrells. He'd been back in town for a little less than five months, and she'd managed to get caught in his trap just weeks after his return. That said a lot about her personality and the resolve she'd sworn to uphold since the fiasco in Stratford, the small town in the city of Havre de Grace, Maryland, where she'd grown up. Neither of which Drew really wanted to think about at the moment.

If life were only that easy.

If she could simply push to the side all the things she did not want to think about or deal with and continue her forward trek in life, things would be all good, all the time.

Yeah, that was a big crock of bull if she'd ever heard any. With a deep sigh, a relaxing, soul cleansing sigh, Drew closed her eyes and wished for the absolute best out of this day. It was going to be a long one, an emotional one, and definitely a life-changing one.

"Your flowers are blocking the freakin' sidewalk again, Sidney!"

The loud, slurred words poured through the front door just as the wind chimes above the access sang in introduction of a new customer. Or in this case with the arrival of Hoover King, Sweetland's resident drunk, cabdriver, historian, and all-around handyman.

"Mornin', Mr. King," Drew said in her most cheerful voice.

The front door didn't slam, even though she figured that was Hoover's intent. Uncle Walt had installed a pneumatic door closer to keep that from happening, since Drew was afraid her entire front window would shatter if the door to the old two-story building located on Main Street right between Delia Kincaid's Boudoir and Bob Flannery's Timeless Antiques shop slammed hard enough. Just about all of the shops on Main Street had large window fronts, as this was the best form of advertisement to the many tourists who filled Sweetland's streets, not to mention another reason for Sweetland to have some sort of celebration. In a couple of weeks it would be the first of October, and Fall Fest, their first official festival of the new season, would kick off with a window-decorating contest. Drew and Delia would be competing to win that contest. But first, today was the Labor Day Festival, which signified the end of summer and apparently had Hoover's boxers in a bunch.

"It's a morning," Hoover continued, huffing as if he were in desperate search of his next breath. "And the parade's gotta come down Main, which means I gotta run this ribbon all up and down the street to keep everyone on the sidewalk. And your sidewalk's all junked up with these flowers," he informed her, as if she didn't already know each of these points.

He lifted an arm, using it to wipe the sweat from his forehead and the top part of his head that was left exposed by his receding hairline.

"Those buckets of flowers are for the flag float. Mr. Flannery's going to use his pickup truck to haul them down to the dock for this evening's festival," she explained calmly.

But Drew was anything but calm. Her stomach had just rolled and she'd had to pause and take a deep breath in an attempt to hold the nausea at bay. For the past few weeks since it had hit, she'd thought about being annoyed with the intruder, but the thought of what it signified kept the annoyance at bay. And replaced it with happiness that filled her like sunshine and a field of wildflowers—which in Drew's world was the equivalent of unimaginable joy.

"Festival's not till tonight. Why can't you keep those buckets inside until then?" Hoover persisted.

Drew shrugged. "Not enough room. But I can come out and push them up against my front so they're not in your way." Even though Drew was almost positive they weren't really in Hoover's way at this moment.

Since Hoover's wife, Inez, had been busted for embezzlement from the town council and implicated in a bigger drug scheme that stretched up the coast to New York City, Hoover had been wandering around town in a constant state of annoyance. Well, no, that might not be the absolute truth. When Hoover was drunk—which was 91 percent of the time—he wasn't annoyed, but either angry or overly flirtatious, neither of which was one of Drew's favorites. And whenever he was sober, he was sad, which was the sole reason Drew felt sorry for him and excused a lot of the rude and unnecessary things he said to her.

"Naw," he said, waving a hand at her as he walked back and forth in front of the counter where she'd been standing, clipping the ends of a lovely batch of Gerber daisies that Preston Cantrell had ordered for his fiancée, Heaven. "You just sit tight. I'll push 'em back."

Heaven and Preston lived in the cutest little blue house Drew had ever seen, and Heaven loved flowers almost as much as Drew. So Preston made it a point to buy her a fresh bouquet at least once a week. This colorful arrangement was in honor of their kitchen renovation being completed two weeks ahead of schedule. The cheery array of colors would look lovely against Heaven's dandelion-yellow walls that had just been painted two days ago.

"Nonsense, you have other things to do this morning," Drew said, dropping her scissors and wiping her hands down the front of the charcoal-gray apron she wore.

Blossoms was decorated in Drew's favorite colors, lavender and gray. Sheer curtains hung to the floor at the front door and at the two French doors that opened to the back terrace. The walls had been painted lavender with the faintest hint of pixie dust—as she liked to call the iridescent-like overlay. Through the main showroom were carts, tables, trellises, and shelves full of flowers and plants and everything imaginable in between. It was a quaint little place that she'd been falling steadily in love with every day in the last three years she'd been in Sweetland.

Hoover had continued to huff and puff with more complaints as she'd come from behind the counter and headed for the front door right behind him. Stifling air smacked her in the face the moment she was outside, and it was barely ten o'clock in the morning.

"I'll just push 'em back here," Hoover was saying as he lifted a foot and pushed a bucket full of white carnations back up against the wall of her storefront.

Inhaling deeply, she leaned forward and more gingerly moved a bucket full of red carnations back. "I'll go over and see Mr. Flannery now. It's really humid out here and I don't want the flowers to start to wilt."

"Fall over and die is more like what they're going to do out in this heat," a female voice said from behind.

It was a familiar voice, a familiarly negative one that Drew loved for the most part and tolerated for the rest.

"Hi, Mama," she said, turning around to see Lorrayna Sidney stepping onto the curb, sun hat covering the upper portion of her face, a purple silk hand fan in her left hand working overtime to keep her cool.

"Why are you out here in your condition? You should be inside in the air-conditioning," Lorrayna snapped as she came closer.

"Shhhh," Drew hissed, standing to face her mother. "Mr. King can hear you."

Lorrayna's thin lips pressed together in a tight line as she looked over Drew's shoulder to see Hoover kicking more of the buckets against the wall.

"All the more reason you should be inside," she whispered conspiratorially.

Drew could only sigh. Her mother meant well. At least she thought she did. Lorrayna had been the first person Drew had called two weeks ago when she'd returned from an appointment in Easton. She'd had nobody else to turn to. For a minute she'd thought about calling Heaven, especially since Drew had been in Heaven's yard when she'd almost fainted, causing Quinn Cantrell, the town's new doctor and Heaven's soon-to-be brother-in-law, to come and see about her. Luckily, Quinn had referred her to a female doctor and hadn't given any hint as to the reason why to her or to anyone else that she knew of.

"Come on inside. I have some orders to fill before I bring out the umbrella and small table to watch the parade." Drew had walked back into the store and knew her mother was close behind. She could tell by the series of three sneezes that never failed to announce Lorrayna's entry into Blossoms even better than the wind chimes did. They still hadn't figured out what in the shop she was actually allergic to.

"Do you have something to drink? It's blazing hot in here," Lorrayna complained.

"In the refrigerator," was Drew's reply.

Nothing—and by nothing, Drew meant anything short of Arthur Sidney being raised from the dead—was ever good enough for Lorrayna. She'd complain about the sun and how hot it burned, then turn right around the next day and complain about the rain making mud puddles in her backyard. All of which Drew was used to and tried not to be annoyed by—emphasis should be added to the word tried.

A few minutes later, Drew heard her mother's sigh and looked up to see her standing near the refrigerated display case. Lorrayna was not as into plants and flowers as Drew was—truth be told, she hadn't been really into anything since her husband's death three years ago—but she always paused at the display case in search of one particular item. The Peace Lily served as a reminder of the day they'd buried Lorrayna's husband, Drew's father. The otherwise peaceful and quietly beautiful plant marked that day in Lorrayna's life as if it had been etched on every calendar from here to forever. And her mother searched for it like a wolf hunting prey.

It was sad, the way she stood in front of that display case staring off into what seemed like oblivion, holding on to a memory that was better left clipped to the nub, as Drew had just done to the Gerber daisy in her hand.

"Your father was so excited when I told him I was carrying you," Lorrayna said quietly.

Drew didn't reply. She didn't want to talk about Arthur Sidney, but that was all Lorrayna ever wanted to talk about.

"I thought he'd want a boy. You know, so he could play ball with and pal around with him," Lorrayna continued. "But then he said he'd rather have a girl. 'A girl that looks and acts just like you, Raynie.' That's what he'd said."

Well, he'd gotten his girl, Drew thought with another quick snip of the stem. But she hadn't been blessed with Lorrayna's curvy frame; instead, she'd taken after her father and his family with height and a willowy build. Her mother also had wide, light brown eyes that once upon a time were filled with expression. Now, the only expression they sported was sadness, and they were either red-rimmed from crying, puffy from crying, or simply downcast. Another thing Drew had inherited from her father was her snappy attitude and impatience, or so her mother would quickly point out.

"He had the perfect family, then," Drew heard herself saying. When the words were out, she clamped her lips down so tight that her temples ached.

"Nothing's ever perfect," was her mother's retort.

"Nothing except Arthur Sidney, right?"

Lorrayna turned away from the display case at that question and glared at Drew. "Don't do that," she said, and it sounded like a hiss through her teeth.

"He's dead, Mama. How long is it going to take for you to accept that?"

"I'm sorry if I'm not as cold and unfeeling as you are, Drew. One day maybe when you find true love you'll know how it feels to lose it and you'll know it isn't as easy as taking out the garbage."

Drew shook her head vehemently. "I'm not looking for love, true or otherwise."

"Really? Then what do you suppose you're going to do about your situation?"

Yes, her "situation." That's what Lorrayna had taken to calling Drew's medical condition. She shook her head as she caught herself calling it a "medical condition" instead of what it really was. A baby.

"I'm going to do just fine on my own."

"Without a father?" Lorrayna asked, raising a thick brow.

Drew sighed, scooped up the daisies, and slowly slipped them into a Waterford crystal vase. "I lived a good portion of my life without a father," she said under her breath. "Or at the very least without a good father."

"When are you going to tell him?" Lorrayna continued, thankfully not having heard Drew's last comment.

"Today," she replied to her mother's stark question.

"Then you'd best fix that sour attitude of yours or he's going to be on the first bus back to Baltimore."

"He's Parker Cantrell, Mama. He's probably already got one foot on that bus back to Baltimore," she quipped.


"You're disgusting," Savannah squealed, pushing Parker and his sweat-riddled body away.

Parker laughed as his lips finally made contact with his baby sister's perfectly made-up face. One of his biggest childhood joys had come from harassing Savannah. It was amazing that years later he still received the same pleasure from hearing her high-pitched, ultrafeminine scream.

"You love me and you know it," he said, moving away from her for the moment. He went to the sideboard in the dining room, where there was always a pitcher of iced tea or lemonade and iced water for the B&B's guests. He poured himself a glass of water and gulped it halfway down before turning to see where Savannah had gone.

"You think every female loves you," she was saying as she used a napkin to dab at the cheek where he'd no doubt left remnants of his sweat.

"And you're liable to tear your newly built knee apart with all that running you've been doing," she continued.

"Running is good therapy for my knee, thank you very much." He finished his water. "And all the females do love me," he joked.

Savannah frowned, an action that still didn't mar the pure beauty she'd been blessed with. She was five years younger than Parker, but he'd been the first of his brothers to see the change in the little kid they'd all dismissed for far too long. Everything about Savannah had blossomed at once; in the span of one summer, she went from the annoying little brat of a sister to the cute and curvy girl who lived in the big yellow house at the end of Sycamore Road. That's precisely what he'd overheard Frankie Myers and Tim Johnson calling her one day when they'd been playing basketball at the park. By the time Parker finished with those two, they knew her name was Savannah and that if they so much as thought about her curvy body again, they would regret it.

The evolution of Savannah had not stopped that summer. Each day she had seemed to come further into the woman she was meant to be, and although Parker had been proud to see her on billboards and in magazines, the protective brother in him had waited for the moment some idiot guy hurt her. Because that would be the day Parker Cantrell, homicide detective, went to jail for murder.

"You're such a jerk. All guys are jerks!" she said vehemently.

Parker stared at her another second without speaking. Something told him that day had finally come.

"Are we talking about a particular guy, or jerk, should I say?"

She'd taken a seat in one of the cherrywood dining room chairs and crossed her legs so the big skirt of her dress fanned out around her. She looked as if she were posing for a picture, the pale blue dress she wore giving her sun-kissed skin an alluring sheen and those slanted eyes giving him the once-over.

"No. I am not talking about any jerk in particular. All of you share your piece of the jerk pie happily," she snapped.

Wow, she was in a mood today.

And if the mood was related to a man, Parker really wasn't the one to talk to Savannah about it. She normally went to Quinn with those issues because, in her words, "he has more class than you and Preston." Parker didn't agree. Although Quinn was the oldest, and he and Preston, as twins, tended to share the same outlook on things such as relationships, he didn't see how that made Quinn better than them. Four months ago, all three of the Cantrells were against formal, long-term relationships. Now, it was Preston and Quinn who were about to take the plunge into marriage. Parker was still holding on to his bachelor card, with a death grip!

"Well, he's an idiot to have done whatever he did to put that look on your face," Parker told her, hoping that would be enough to get this conversation over with.

"Who's an idiot and what look does Savannah have today?" Michelle asked, coming into the dining room with a fresh pitcher of water in her hands.

"Savannah does not have a look and Parker's the idiot for insinuating I did," Savannah huffed.


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